"... and then the Giants Fell"
Silent, so silent they stand
with majestic limbs and wisened faces,
Masters of all they survey
Sentinals of ages past.
No eyes to see, nor ears to hear
the everpresent, everchanging world,
They catch the breeze, the wind, the gale
with outreached, open arms.
Embracing nature and finally succumbing to it
their cries -- sharp and frightful,
Splintering, fracturing, breaking
No safety in their shadow
no solace in their shade,
Once admired, respected -- now feared
the death knell begun.
Man plays the efficient scavenger
studying, scurrying, planning,
His ropes, his tools and saws
like ants devouring a carcass.
Trimmed, limbed, dissected, bisected
majesty tumbles to the earth,
Spines severed at the "timber" yell
... and then the giants fell.